shabazz pbg - if you need it lyrics
[hook]
pull up in a l.i. beamer
i got margielas from neimans
i hang with fellas they demons
these n-ggas ain’t got no work don’t believe em’
shootas pull up, hop out, squeeze em’
send him blessings like he sneezing
a 100 p’s i really seen em’
wrap it, ship it to your town if you need em’
[verse 1]
got a bad b-tch, she conceited
told her pull up cause that p-ssy i need it
i swear that sh-t torch i f-ck her at four seasons
trap with my brovas i can’t hang with leeches
they quick to shoot so don’t give em’ a reason
i’m at the game with a glock in the bleachers
i’m with the gang, f-ck a diss, come and meet me
ar-15, 100 shots leave you bleeding
og bob on my chain
you know i only hang with gang
these other n-ggas be lame
got tired of my b-tch, i put yours on the plane
mac-11, shoot it out in the range
p-ssy n-gga why you tuck in your chain
baby choppa’, shootin through window panes
he say he the plug, lil bro’ say he the stain
[hook]
pull up in a l.i. beamer
i got margielas from neimans
i hang with fellas they demons
these n-ggas ain’t got no work don’t believe em’
shootas pull up, hop out, squeeze em’
send him blessings like he sneezing
a 100 p’s i really seen em’
wrap it, ship it to your town if you need em’
[verse 2]
n-gga run up, i rock out with a standard
ar with a 100 clips like a camera
big 40 shootin’ sh-t like a cannon
hang with felons, and they don’t like them cameras
in the trap all day, b-tches think we scammin’
free lil mar b-tch, i don’t care ’bout no phantom
stay down to men and now i got them bands up
if it’s money sh-t, we hold em for ransom
my shooters run in your spot, them n-ggas take everything
these n-ggas really be b-tches, my n-ggas be shootin’ them things
glock 17 with a 30, glock 27 with 30, glock 26 with 30, my n-ggas be whippin’ up early
can’t hang with n-ggas if they nervous
my pockets fat look like big shirley
ridin’ with work, heavy swervin’
pull up to my show in excursions
come get some curb service for perkys
if that p-ssy wet i’m crashing on purpose
f-cked around and crashed a whip for the perkys
that new l.i. beamer i might go purchase
mp40c came with a grip
i got stripper b-tches on my d-ck
cause they know that i be flippin zips
i got them p’s for 36
i got a glock, 36
pull up and shoot a glock 36
pull up and shoot about 36
pull up and hop out and shoot it up
pull up and hop out a stolen truck
my n-ggas really don’t give a f-ck
these n-ggas know not to f-ck with us
i really came and i’m totin’
i’m in the club and i’m totin’
p-ssy n-gga i ain’t jokin’
[outro]
free lil mar, n-gga
gang
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